Feb. 12th, 2017

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( HI guys. This is Sarissa. Last time she was on the network she was wearing a ridiculous shirt and was even more ridiculously drunk, a shenanigan that involved yelling at people about art and being excessively poetic. It was a mess.

Now here is Sarissa, looking a lot more serious. Her hair is pulled back into a messy bun, is wearing a dark charcoal button down, and is entirely sober. )


Uh— hi. I’m Sarissa Theron. A few of you have already had the misfortune of speaking to me, in person or on here. Usually I’m pretty obnoxious, so—

( She frowns, and pauses. No, deflecting won’t work for this, and she rolls her shoulders to get herself to focus. )

Some of you might have heard by now that I was murdered. Twice, actually. The first time was just after Thanksgiving and the second time was at the tail end of that blackout we was all in a fluster about. I lied the first time around and said I didn’t know who killed me, because…

( Her gaze drops, for a moment. ) I was scared, mostly. Thought I was protecting the people I cared about, and I thought silence was the only way to do it, because the person I was protecting them from was - is - invulnerable. That kind of backfired, but. So— here I am.

His name is Sylar, but some of you might’ve met him as Gabriel Gray. He has a kind of… hunger, or an obsession, I guess, with collecting powers. That was why he killed me the first time around, so he could take a power of mine.

( She exhales, slowly, working herself up to the next bit. ) To be perfectly clear, he’s a fuckhead and he tried to hurt people I care about to make a game outta our lives. But I think— I think despite my visceral feelings about it, what’s more important than trying to take him apart is trying to get him help. Justice, obviously, he needs to take responsibility for what he did, but just— if you find him, and if you’re able to contain someone like him, don’t hurt him or... be shit, basically. Something happened, maybe, to make him how he is and vengeance and all that aren’t gonna help him get better, they’ll just give him more rage to run on. I figure enough of us around these parts are from heaps messed up worlds or have seen messed up shit to know what that’s like, in some way.

Anyway. I’m sorry I didn’t come out and say it sooner. If you have questions or that, I’ll answer them as good as I can.


( ooc: Sylar stuff is public knowledge as of the Majority report if you want your character to be a bit familiar with it. )
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[Alfie bounces from the Swear-In after about half an hour, long before the explosion in the Heaven Scent gazebo. But the dispersal is fast, and the effects reach him eventually, in some way or another. He spends about half a day trying to make sense of what's happened - accustoming himself to the new intensity of his emotions, and working out where to draw the line between what's real and what's manufactured. Hitting the network isn't his first instinct here, but when he takes a peek and sees that people are being fairly quiet about it, he takes the dive.]

It's a curious thing, being mind-controlled and knowing it. Can't say I've ever had that happen before. It's easier to sort out than I would have thought - you take what you feel today and what you felt yesterday and compare them. Simple enough.

What I wanna know, right, is why everyone is so fucking intent on getting our blood and cells. Is this normal for the future?

[He doesn't actually suspect the government here, for once - he figures if they wanted these things from them, they would have taken them on arrival, before they woke up. But still, it doesn't sit well with him.]
stupidmeatbags: (Oh you're still alive.  What a pity.)
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[ A little bit of a strange... thing appears on the network today, though at least it explains itself pretty quickly. Still, it doesn't seem like it was meant to be broadcast -- not in its entirety at least. ]

Diagnostic: Test voice to text protocols.
Diagnostic: Hello Galaxy!
Diagnostic: Test Succeeded.
Diagnostic: Switching to voice protocols.


[ A moment passes, before the communication switches over to voice only, as promised. ]

Diagnostic: Testing audio only protocols.
Diagnostic: Hello Galaxy!
Diagnostic: Test Succeeded.
Diagnostic: Switching to video protocols.

[ And as promised, a video feed pops up, only the person -- or thing? -- responsible can't be seen. In fact, imPorts can probably easily tell this person is in the porter people pop in at. ]

Diagnostic: Video functions within parameters. Ending diagnostic.

[ There's a long pause, before... ]

Exclamation: What?! You meatbags couldn't even program a simulated image for the video feed? What other electronic butchery have you inflicted on me?!

[ Well, now whoever owns that electronic voice sounds pissed. ]
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Hello, fellow ImPorts. I’m…[ it’s an effort to leave off the title and all else that comes with it, but she will learn, given time. It still feels wrong though. ] Catelyn Stark, a new arrival here, and I have a question for you.

[ Catelyn is still extremely unsure of how much technology, and everything else, has advanced from Westeros standard, and she is clearly a bit skeptical of everything to do with this broadcast. Still, she will do her best to make this seem normal. It isn’t, but literally nothing has been even remotely normal yet. She’s living with Jon Snow, of all people. And that tattoo has been keeping her awake at night. It’s just not right. Now, smile. ]

This message is for anyone who was at the swearing in ceremony. Perhaps it is just me, but I would swear that the perfume’s scent has followed me home, even through a change of clothing and a shower. Has anyone else had this problem? Thank you.

anyone else been somewhat less inclined to murder your husband’s bastard son of later or is that just me? this is totally not the reason for this post, totally.
hardedged: (promises never cease)
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[ as the video feed starts, something seems a bit... off about jessica jones, to anyone familiar with her typical demeanor. namely, she looks more relaxed and rested, and of most significance, she wears a warm smile. guess who's been infected with compulsive affection? #yikes ]

Hey, everyone. It's Jess. I've been thinking, and look... I know I haven't left the best impression here. [ a sigh, as her grin falls a bit. she sounds regretful, though sincere. ] But I wanna start over. About time I said sorry. You've been great, and I'm lucky to know all of you.

Hope you guys have a good Valentine's. You deserve it.

[ somebody save her. ]

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